tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76185402191503723432024-02-07T11:00:41.770+05:30Unfold the Folded-Words are all I have and words are all I give.- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-91529422900368654552014-12-14T14:30:00.001+05:302014-12-14T14:30:52.294+05:30 Wait<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On the long dusty roads,</div>
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I will wait for the rains.</div>
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I will wait till everything is muddy</div>
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and then, till it washes all the pain.</div>
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I will stand all drenched, not to stop waiting</div>
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for your hand to hold mine.</div>
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For then, there will be winter</div>
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biting away my skin.</div>
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I will wait through the shivers,</div>
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curling and cuddling.</div>
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I will sit here shivering, not to stop waiting for </div>
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the warmth of your hair.</div>
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Let the sun show its wrath</div>
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and burn down my clothes.</div>
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I will wait for the roads to go dusty </div>
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and pierce my eyes.</div>
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I will sit all burnt, not to stop waiting for</div>
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the comfort of your arms.</div>
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Only the roads would know how much I waited,</div>
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and only my waiting would know you never came back.<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-33501679085489171812014-06-13T18:01:00.001+05:302014-06-16T23:28:47.415+05:30What made Brazil hate Football?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes, you read it right. Polls have indicated that people of Brazil (The most enthusiastic football fans) are not happy about World Cup 2014. Percentage of people supporting the tournament has gone down considerably from when Brazil won the hosting rights in 2007.<br />
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World Cup has kicked off, and everyone has their eyes fixed on Brazil. Love for the game has brought down fans form all over the world to the arena where teams will contest to prove that they are the best in the world.<br />
Talking about the best in world, one cant keep Brazil out of context. A football team that is very much capable, are good on the form and have the home advantage. But do they really have the home advantage?<br />
Well yes, they do, but not as much as they would have wanted.<br />
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A country that worships the game and treat their players as national heroes, and is well known to love the game more than Indians love Cricket suddenly are not so happy with how things have transformed in the past 5-7 years on the road to the Tournament. There were a lot of protests against the Government and FIFA against the Cup threatening to disrupt the tournament. Confederations Cup protests has scaled up the concerns. Even when the world was watching the opening ceremony on television there were protests going on in the city. But why would that happen? What turned the best football fans people against football?<br />
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When FIFA awarded Brazil the opportunity to host the world cup, the world was happy and more so the the country that now boasts to be in the top 10 economies ahead of UK. The idea was to show the world what Brazil is much capable of hosting the mega event and also to boost the economy. Well the money that poured in in 2007 after the bid went in favour of Brazil, it seemed like things might just go the way they have been planned for. 25 Transit railway projects were promised ( Road traffic in Brazil is infamous for long traffic jams) along with new jobs. Football lovers were loving it. Fast forward to 2014 and there are many things out of place that has added to public displeasure .<br />
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The whole project has cost the Nation a whooping $12 Billion. A good $4 Billion has gone in construction of 12 stadiums some of which are not ready yet ( The Sao Paulo's Arena that hosted the opener, has unfinished roof and untested seats).<br />
What has hurt the Brazilians the most is construction of stadium in remote places where they would serve no purpose post the tournament and the maintenance would fall on tax payers. To add to that, the 25 Transit projects have not been materialized and only 5 are in place. In a nation where wealth based inequality has always been a problem, people certainly wanted the money to be spent well in improving services that could come to public use after the event and not in stadiums that would become a liability. The event has also pushed up the rent in the neighbouring area much higher than normal, making them unafforable for a good population.<br />
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FIFA, like everyone knows is a corrupt, money eating machine or a "non profit entity" as they call themselves has once again shown the world how powerful money is. Much more than Government laws meant for public safety!<br />
They made sure that Brazil allows Budweiser( A sponsor), gets to sell beer for football fans in the stadium, for which they had to bend the law which Brazil had in place in view of public safety, prohibiting the use and consumption of any alcoholic beverage in the stadium. Anyway, that is another story altogether !<br />
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With elections due later this year Brazil, and football fans supporting the players for the nationalist attachment anything less than victory might turn people against the game and well there is always a political implication!<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-57750190774686370812014-06-11T23:37:00.001+05:302014-06-11T23:37:52.651+05:30His Dream Girl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
He looks for you, frantically,<br />
and searches for you in the dark.<br />
Oh the pain of not finding you,<br />
knowing, you are around.<br />
A fortnight ago, he met you,<br />
and still remembers you from then.<br />
It was a goodbye but there was some hope.<br />
He is still hopeful as he tries<br />
to draw you on the sand again.<br />
His memory is fading<br />
and so wants to see you again.<br />
But tell me how do I tell the lover in me,<br />
I don't dream anymore.</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-3172670567089031612013-05-25T14:36:00.002+05:302013-05-25T14:57:24.914+05:30Of Being 25 - Family Unions - Matrimony and Marriages.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You get up on a Sunday afternoon only to know that there is family get together at your place. Now, for Indians, who are around 25 and are single, this might be worst thing that could happen. I am pretty sure that few, if not all, would know what I am talking about. There are three things common for everyone(well, almost) at around this age.<br />
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One, everyone has that Pinki aunty who will ask you about your plans to get married even though her only son is divorced twice at 30.<br />
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Two, there is this distant relative who shall talk of how you would make a perfect bride/groom in a family get<br />
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Three, everyone around has to know what work you do, how much you earn and when are you planning to go to 'Umrica' and get settled.<br />
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You are seriously lucky if you are not one of those who has been there! Thank your stars for that and sympathize for the others because while you were unaware having fun, the guy/girl next door was getting a pep talk of how 25 is the best time to get married and have children? Seriously? Children? And then do what, change diapers? Thankfully I don't have to get those pep talks and sympathizing is never too tough!<br />
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But then, what I have come to understand that after 25, family unions are matrimonial page of your family newspaper. Skip them and you shall be happy!<br />
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That reminds me of a funny conversation I had with a friend where we discussed marriage proposals.<br />
Marriage proposals are like applying for admissions into a college - You reject some because you think you are better and others reject you because you think too well of yourself.<br />
Irrelevant to the post but so very true in most cases!</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-56885499589807064982013-05-25T14:29:00.001+05:302013-05-25T14:29:34.837+05:30The art of Bullshitting - 5 steps<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No! Not shitting bull and no not sitting on the bull either! Its something greater and bigger! Read on -<br />
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Art is one thing that gets associated to any form of verb that you want to associate it with.<br />
There is an art of thinking, art of writing, art of holding a pen , and not to forget the art to talk about art. Then after all of that, there is the mother of all art, which is to say, the art of bullsh**ting.<br />
Usually people would not associate such an art with something that anyone should be proud exhibiting ,(yeah, I agree that there are some who do respect the art of bullsh**ting) and they have their own very good reasons to try and act sane and not talk non-sense and such . In my opinion, and what might also be closer to truth, most of them would be incapable of doing such even if they wanted to.<br />
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Why do I say that it is an art? As I said, its a verb form and hence there has to be an art of doing it. After all there are not many people who can just talk over something they have no clue about and still pass as a person who knows a lot about it. But then everyone can catch up! Like all other art-forms this can be learnt, practiced and mastered! So wheres the guide? What to do ? Ask me and you will have all your answers ;) !!!<br />
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This is not to follow my earlier post of <a href="http://unfoldthefolded.blogspot.in/2012/09/10-steps-how-to-be-intellectual.html" target="_blank">how to be an intellectual</a>! No! That was just another piece of my art! But then, 5 steps to master bull**itting!<br />
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1. TALK! You cant be spitting shit unless you open up<br />
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2. Stop pretending to be sophisticated. Boys : No girl likes you for sitting there scratching your head. And Girls : You just cant pretend, so stop doing that!<br />
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3. Laugh at jokes instead of giggling .And crack some as well. Even if you are the only one laughing at it! - Yes, you will look like a fool but then who gives a frrrruck?<br />
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4. Connect weird complicated words together. For example - sophisticated existentialism!<br />
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5. Seriously? You still reading this? All of this is plain bull*hit! Go sleep!<br />
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I am not even drunk!!</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-85255759057239295782013-01-24T14:16:00.000+05:302013-01-24T14:16:03.301+05:30Chetan Bhagat - Boo(k)ed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
To begin with, I mean no disrespect to anyone irrespective of what their opinion about the topic is. This post is only a mere attempt at humor, the lowest form of it. Sarcasm to be precise. The rest is only to forget.<br />
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It just happens that every time I hear people talking about books and authors and how good or bad it is, I feel more than a little left out. Yes, I don't read much. Worse is the part that the ones I do read, write poetry and such. Which means that either they are not widely known and if they are, by some matter of luck (or bad luck), I shall be expected to "recite" some of their work because that is what we are supposed to do. Pretend.<br />
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Anyway, it just happens that in most of such discussions you would get to hear a few nice words for Chetan Bhagat. He is widely appreciated for the fact that he wrote a bestseller, which everyone thinks he or she could have written but then never wrote a page. The fact that a man who was no Byron or Tennyson and still got all the name he got, is a little tough to swallow. More so for the ones who read books from weird Russian authors all night and all day for half their life. And why shouldn't they be pissed? They obviously know better about literature (By the way, I do not contend that), but then the spirits from some unknown world stopped them from writing anything. Sure they would be pissed. But then I wonder, why bash Chetan Bhagat? Is it not easier to just not buy the book and not care to read knowing that he uses more of hinglish than anything else? Obviously not. That would be the most dumb thing to do. Intelligent people would never do that. A mathematics student who knows calculus in and out (or even half of it) would sure take a 6th grade maths text book and talk of how needless all of it is. That is how Intelligent people roll. Perspective and personal opinions are so out of question that if you say you read Chetan Bhagat, that might as well be counted as nothing. Those books don't qualify as reading. (The fact that most of them literally read them shall remain just a useless fact )."Reading" as a verb shall be used only the way the "Intelligent" people like it.<br />
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What is more annoying is that Chetam Bhagat seems to have an opinion about everything, including things which he has no idea about. You can see him almost everywhere commenting on everything. That sure is annoying. More so for those who read much more sophisticated stuff. The weird part is that everyone seems to have an opinion about how Chetan Bhagat and his opinion does not matter, and they don't fail commenting on the same either. I am stranded as I fail to have an opinion on if Chetan Bhagats opinion matter or not.<br />
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So then, while you wasted two minutes reading this piece of garbage(that is the intelligent way of saying "crap"), the "Intelligent" species were busy praising some of CBs great literary work.<br /><br />
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P.S - I have nothing against Russian authors or the ones who read a lot.<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-71129798738459648652012-12-19T22:40:00.000+05:302012-12-19T22:41:19.536+05:30Stop Rape - An Oath to Change (For all Men)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What would stop this? Who can stop this? Would 600 patrol vans change anything? Would a few more changes in law change anything? I don't think so. I don't think it will change things for the victim. I don't think it will change things for any girl who is scared to move around even in a guys company.<br />
Yes, what India wants is capital punishment for the rapist. What India wants is a thousand candles to melt down, protests across the country to show solidarity to the fallen victim. Roses and numerous petitions on facebook and all of it. Blood boiling, angry mob, raised voices and concern everywhere.<br />
But is that it? A few hanged, a thousand candles burnt but still thousands of such free, looking for another victim and the media glare to fizz out ?<br />
This blog post is no good either. But then this is not a post. This is an oath I take to change.<br />
An oath I take as a man, as a son, as a brother, as a future husband, as a future father and as a human beign.<br />
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We have blamed everyone and everything but us. From dresses to marriageable age. From alcohol to chowmein ( Really? We don't even mind sounding ridiculous to save our ego) ? All this to hide the real culprits, MEN!<br />
It is time to take all(not some) responsibility. It is time to be ashamed of ourselves.<br />
It is upon men to change, and act like humans. We, the male population can save the women from the horrors of living under the fear for their lives. It is not about pity but about disgust and being ashamed. We should do this for our sisters, daughters, mothers, wives and friends and more than anyone else, for ourselves. To save our gender some respect which is lost in the inhuman acts of some brainless animals. And to tell you, this is not just about rape, which is the most extreme brutal form of assault. No! This is about everyday eve teasing, lewd remarks, girls being treated as objects of sex. It is about all those men who have sat around a shop with friends and stared at girls passing lewd remarks at them. It is about all those who think it is okay to touch and grope a girl and to be proud of it. It is for all of those men who take pride in talking of women as sex objects.<br />
And it is about all those men who did not stop their friends, or classmates, or co passenger from doing any of what is mentioned above.It is about all those fathers who did not teach his son to respect the other sex. All those men who have not voiced themselves against objectification of women.<br />
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What do you expect out of uneducated men to do when the educated ones don't let any opportunity to sexually harass(pass comments) a women pass? What do you expect a school guy to grow into who was praised by his friends to have groped a girl in school bus ? What do you expect a college student to grow into when the number of girls you bed is a matter of pride in a group ( Roadies auditions see quite a handful of such men)? They wouldn't grow up into a gentle man for all I know.<br />
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Stand up and object. Stand up and change. Things will change only if we will change. Stop your friends, colleagues, classmates and anyone you know from treating girls as objects of sex. Stop them from eve teasing. Stop them from making you look like an animal. Stop them from making females in your family feel insecure. Stop them to save the word "men" before it is too late. Stop them before another such rapist is born out of them.<br />
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Take the oath! Be the change! From a three letter word of shame to a real MAN!<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-60432844409205226022012-12-04T17:39:00.001+05:302012-12-04T17:39:58.095+05:30Blind and Deaf<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The violet in the sky,<br />
and the red in the grass.<br />
Things that we don't see<br />
and which really are.<br />
The music in the dark woods,<br />
and shrieks in a song.<br />
Things that we don't hear<br />
and which really are.<br />
What we don't see<br />
and what we don't hear,<br />
things that mean a lot<br />
and which really are.<br />
We miss all of that,<br />
but then they are.<br />
The way we know all<br />
is not the way it is.<br />
For what we see and hear<br />
is all but all.<br />
A friend is not always a friend<br />
a foe not always a foe.<br />
You call them what you want<br />
blind to the fact that,<br />
the irony of life as it is,<br />
the largest desert is actually called an Ocean.</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-52322824006411961002012-12-03T13:24:00.001+05:302012-12-03T13:26:03.668+05:30Guns N' Roses - India tour (Bangalore, Mumbai, Gurgaon) - This month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sweet Child O' mine!! GNR will be live in Bangalore, Mumbai and Gurgaon this month. A little late for November Rain, but then who minds as we go Knocking on the Heavens door with one of the greatest rock bands of present era! Yes, Slash is not anymore in the band but then GNR is GNR!<br />
Mumbai gets lucky with this one as they get the Sunday slot while Bangalore gets Friday and Gurgaon gets Wednesday.<br />
They will take the stage at 4 pm at all the three places which means many of the working fans might be taking a day off in Gurgaon and Bangalore.<br />
Well then, Welcome to the Jungle!<br />
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Tickets are priced at : Silver Ticket - INR 1500, Gold Ticket - INR 3000, Platinum Ticket - INR 10000.<br />
I am not sure of the availability as of today but you can sure check online or at the outlets.<br />
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The list of outlets for all the three cities can be found <a href="http://www.kyazoonga.com//misc/VenueDetails/Gnr_RetailInfo.htm" target="_blank">here</a> . (Source : www.kyazoonga.com)<br />
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BENGALURU<br />
Dec 7, 2012 (Friday) <br />
Time: 16:00<br />
Venue: Bhartiya City, Bengaluru<br />
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MUMBAI<br />
Dec 9, 2012 (Sunday)<br />
Time: 16:00<br />
Venue: MMRDA Grounds, Mumbai.<br />
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GURGAON<br />
Dec 12, 2012 (Wednesday) <br />
Time: 16:00<br />
Venue: Leisure Valley Grounds, Sector 29, Gurgaon<br />
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For more information and booking the tickets visit <a href="http://www.kyazoonga.com/Events/Guns_N'_Roses_India_Tour/456/1" target="_blank">www.kyazoonga.com</a></div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-81644043096769648372012-11-17T01:14:00.000+05:302012-11-17T01:14:45.560+05:30 Two to Tango Three to Jive - Play, Dinner and Me at Hyatt Regency, Pune<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Another one of those Friday evenings that goes all well. A play by Saurabh Shukla (of Satya fame), followed by a wonderful dinner at Hyatt Regency, Pune. That is just as much as you would ask for on a weekend.<br />
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The venue was overflowing with people of all age groups a good half an hour before the play began , only to be treated with wine, snacks and jazz music. I had to refrain myself from drinking, being the responsible citizen who does not drink and drive. These are the times I hate having to drive!<br />
Anyway, the play was brilliant although it did hit monotonous notes in between. It was about Parminder Singh Sethi (Saurabh Shukla), a middle aged married man and how he tries to get along with three women at different times to spice up his mundane life. It showcased the emotions of an average married man who wants things to happen rather than just pass. His fears, his frustration, his feelings have been brought out in a very strong yet comic way.The play almost depicts an average man and how his desires change with time, and what he needs from the relationship with his wife. Saurabh Shukla was brilliant on the stage with his precise comic timings that sent the audience on a laughing roll. <br />
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Nigaar Khan, Mona Wasu and Preiti Mamgain played the three women Parminder tries to get into an affair with. While at the end Parminder did not get into any relationship, he does realise that his wife is the best companion to have and that it is just time that they lack to spend together.<br />
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The confusion and innocence of Parminder Singh Sethi was both adorable and comic. The play got a terrific response from the audience as everyone stood up to applaud the performance.I however found the script a little less on something I could not figure out, as it never really got hold of me.<br />
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One treat was followed with another as we approached the dinner section. Oh, did you forget the dinner party I mentioned earlier? From starters, to main course, to beverages, to desserts, the place was all crowded. Either the food was too good or people too hungry. I dont usually mind waiting and that is exactly what I did. The wait was all worth as the food was awesome. Dum biryani and pepper chicken were both too good for the taste buds. I did not get into the vegetarian section as I continue on my protein diet ;) .<br />
Again I being the responsible citizen who does not drink and drive stayed away from where wine and more was being served. ( And for the second time, I hate driving! )<br />
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As was expected, the desserts section was full of variety. I always enjoy looking at them more than eating for good reasons. Although I did make an exception that day and had more than I could stack in my stomach!<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-84641386549185343972012-10-26T16:21:00.001+05:302012-10-26T16:21:51.519+05:30 Why I hate Flight Journeys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is not much to a flight journey for me. Unlike the long, interesting train journeys, which I enjoy, I want to get over with these flight journeys as soon as possible. The fact that you have to sit at a place and that everyone around is busy pretending to be 'Oh so busy and occupied' only adds to the reason why I dont like travelling on airplanes. If all of this was not enough, there are these things that annoy me more than anything else.<br />
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1. First, I dont understand why do the Airports have to be far far away ! To add to it they want you to reach 45 minutes before departure! For a flight at 6 in the morning, you will need to get up at 3 (or rather not sleep till then) and reach the airport at 5. People residing in Bangalore would understand this better.(I might not live in Bangalore but I do travel to Bangalore once in 6 months)<br />
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2. People have to have to unstrap their seat belts as soon as the flight lands. As if they are expecting others to applaud their courage for being the first to do so. Or maybe they just fail to understand simple instructions that the crew repeats at least 5 times in all languages possible! Either way I think they need some help.<br />
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3. As soon as the plane comes to a halt, people jump off their seats ,take off their bags and stand in a line all set to get down. As if they are going to jump off the plane! I mean even Kinder-garden kids do better than that when the last bell rings. ( One reason why I always prefer window seat, so that no one bothers me so that he/she can stand in what I call the Kinder-garden queue )<br />
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4. Then, there are some who would doze off right after they take their seat and snore right into your ears! I have nothing against people who snore, or for those who sleep and I fully understand that people can be plain tired. But after all that rational thinking and reasoning that goes on in my head, my ears still cry of pain!<br />
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5. The worst part is that even though by some wild luck ( and that would be really wild luck) you happen to get a seat beside a pretty girl, the journey is too short to exchange a "hi" , leave alone having a proper conversation !<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-35934053312490991642012-10-17T14:12:00.000+05:302012-10-18T13:24:53.307+05:30 Hindi - National language of India?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This I write because very recently I had an argument over whether Hindi is our National language or not. Popular belief or better to say assumption is that Hindi is our National Language . It sure is the most widely spoken language in India and also the most popular, but is NOT the National language. People argue about how it is our 'Matribhasha' which self implies that it is our National language. This is another assumption people tend to make. Ask them, where they read of Hindi being our National language and there will be no answer. I myself cannot trace back how did it get in the back of my head that Hindi is our national Language. I too had the same misconception for the bigger half of my twenty five years of life.<br />
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What is our National Language then, if not Hindi?<br />
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<a name='more'></a>In reality our law or Constitution does not define any National Language, leaving India with no National Language. In fact in a very popular ruling Gujrat High Court mentioned that Hindi is not our National Language. Petitioner Suresh Kachhadia had, in 2009, filed a PIL in the Gujarat HC seeking mandamus to the Center as well as the state government to make it mandatory for manufacturers of goods to print in Hindi, all details of goods like price, ingredients and the date of manufacture. His argument was that the consumers are entitled to know what they are consuming and that because Hindi is National language, directions to all should be given to use the same language. To which, the court had to say and factually support the fact that there has never been any notification issued by the Government with regard to National Language and that lawfully there is no such term. In fact Hindi is the 'official Language' Just the same as English is another 'official language'.<br />
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State Governments however have a choice to select their official language and many states have Hindi as the official language or in case of some as co-official language along with some other regional language.<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-69060830450303870712012-10-13T01:33:00.003+05:302012-10-14T01:31:31.834+05:30Enrique Iglesias India tour (Pune,Delhi,Bangalore) - This Week<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Enrique Iglesias, the Spanish sensation is in Pune next week and will be Live in Concert!!!!<br />
He will take the stage on 17th October in Pune @ Amanora Park 6 PM onwards . Yes, its a weekday, and right in the middle of the week.<br />
Certainly not the best time for most of the working people, but then I am pretty sure the place will be short of Oxygen that day!<br />
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Tickets are priced Rs 2,500, Rs 8,000 and Rs 15,000 (V.I.P).<br />
I am not sure about the availability of them though but you can check online or at the outlets.<br />
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For Pune the outlets are:<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Barista - Law college<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ground Floor , Plot No. 92/1 , Indrayani Biulding, Law College Road, Pune<a name='more'></a></li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Barista - MG Road<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Shop No. 1, Sterling Center, MG road, Pune</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Barista - Ishanya<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Opp Golf Course, Shastri Nagar, Yerwada, Pune</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Swig/Prems<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>ABC Farms, North Main Road, Koregaon, Pune</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Arc Asia.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>28/2, North Main Road, SBI Training Centre, Koregaon Park, Pune</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>High Spirits<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>35, A-1, Near ABC Farms, North Main Road, Koregaon Park, Pune</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Aquaa-Mozzarella-Exotica<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>7th Floor, Tower C, Panchshil Tech Park, Near Pune Golf Course, Yerawada</li>
<li><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Terttulia<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>393, Sanas Corner, South Main Road, Koregaon Park, Pune</li>
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He will be going to Delhi on Friday and Bangalore on Sunday to perform there.<br />
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Fri 19<br />
Oct 2012<br />
Enrique Iglesias Live In Concert (Delhi)<br />
@ Huda Ground Leisure Valley, Gurgaon Sector-29,<br />
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Enrique Iglesias Live In Concert (Bangalore)<br />
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Exhibition Centre , 10th Mile, Tumkur Road, Madavara<br />
Post, Dasanapura Hobli, Bangalore<br />
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For more information and booking the tickets : <a href="http://in.bookmyshow.com/concerts/enrique-iglesias-live-in-concert/" target="_blank"> http://in.bookmyshow.com/concerts/enrique-iglesias-live-in-concert/</a><br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-72879202751498862602012-10-11T15:27:00.000+05:302012-10-18T13:25:20.317+05:30Where Style meets Preference - Bloggers meet Bloggers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Before everything else, I shall clarify that this is not exactly a review but then how do I not write about The Cafe, specially after having been there, now more than once. And for the ones who are thinking about what on earth is this post? Well, its just about the perfect way to put a beautiful Saturday afternoon, at a beautiful place having some delicious and mouth watering lunch (not to miss the desserts) with some amazing bloggers, into words.<br />
I had the chance of meeting up some wonderful bloggers at The Cafe, Hyatt Regency, Pune. Well, as for the tagline of Hyatt, it says - "Where style meets preference", and they have sure tried to come up to their tag line.<br />
From the long hallway walk with high roofs to the overhanging empty wine bottles shelf in The Cafe, everything is just the way you might want it to be. If you intend to spend money on treating yourself, you sure want it to be some treat. I would if I am spending!<br />
Treated like a king, to be precise.<br />
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The thing that I liked most about The Cafe is how well everything was placed. The Desserts section, which <br />
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Yes, there was plenty of talking as well and much more of food. To add, I am more of a listener which goes perfectly well when the food served is delicious. You can just keep gobbling while others talk and no one notices how much you have had. The lamb preparation (Lamb Rohan josh) was beyond the world . While I ate, people talked about Books, Literature, Arts , Authors and blogs. I would have loved to talk , but then that was a little tough a choice for me, considering the Lamb Rohan Josh was much more inviting than a talk over Amitav Ghosh . The Cafe, I knew is famous for the desserts and I would add, for very good reasons. They had a vast variety of desserts to offer.<br />
Too bad, that I was much into lamb than into Desserts. I did taste the Mud cake though, which was good and from what other fellow bloggers said, the rest of the Desserts were just as good. <br />
For the wonderful afternoon, and the food, and everything I would definitely rate the place very good.<br />
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I would look forward to another such meets in near future and try different menus for Lamb Rohan josh till then. :)<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-41136389640568785072012-09-26T01:15:00.000+05:302012-10-18T13:25:37.484+05:3010 steps: How to be an intellectual<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Being an intellectual (pseudo) is just as much important these days as is using underarm fairness cream.<br />
Unless you are one, you might end up being neglected by the ones who have nothing better to do than to quote all the authors or philosophers or historians or Mr. timbaktoo for that matter. The ones who talk like people around them want them to. Much too similar to the underarm fairness cream. (I still wonder why not use a frrrucking white paint instead if its all that embarassing to look natural ).<br />
Anyway, in interest of all I shall giveaway the secrets of being an intellectual for free. Yes, you read it right. FREE!<br />
10 easy steps and you shall walk out tall and intelligent after that!<br />
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1. Use Google and Wiki even if you seek for your camlin pen . Note things down and use them in any random conversation with any random person. To talk in such detail about small things make people go Waaaaw!To add: Read reviews for some award winning author or book. Or if that is too much just know the names of few.<br />
2. Have something to say about Arundhati Roy and Salman Rushdie. Good or Bad. Right or wrong. Just about anything will do as long as you are taking their names right.<br />
3. Crib about political condition and Government policies. Crib about anything and everything. As long as you crib people think you know about things and have an opinion.<br />
Note: Refer to point 1 and google about who is the PM before trying it out.<br />
4.Wear a kurti/kurta and carry a book or a diary in a shoulder strap bag. Carry a serious yet smiling face, to seem all mysterious. Be careful not to try it out in areas of high security. I will not be responsible if cops decide to pick you up for acting suspicious.<br />
5. Guys - Grow your beard and moustache. Girls- A bindi always helps.<br />
6. Mention the name "Sigmund Freud" in a conversation and start talking nonsense. Try the same with "Kant". Make sure you know what the name sounds like before you try this one.<br />
7. Criticise Chetan bhagat . That is one thing that sort of serves as qualifier. You just have to have to mock <br />
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Take a dig at him and his English and you will be all welcome to the group of intellectuals.<br />
8. Watch (or sleep through) some art movies dating back to stone age. Foreign language is a plus. Talk of how good and artistic they are. (This one is easy as most around would not even know).<br />
Use the word "Aesthetics" just as frequently as you breathe. That shows you know a lot more about art and cinema. ("Cinema" not "Movie")<br />
9. Start talking about some sports other than cricket. Soccer/Golf/Tennis/F1 are all good starters. Make sure you make at least one Facebook status update and/or a tweet about the same<br />
10. Label everything as "bullshit" /"crap" wherever possible. Including this post.<br />
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Good thing is you might need to follow just a couple of these to be counted as one of THEM.<br />
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-18493141089064037772012-08-28T10:06:00.001+05:302012-09-07T12:15:03.908+05:30Painted Red.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I see dark faces painted in red.<br />
Blinded by the paint<br />
that trickes down their eyes,<br />
they see maybe, only<br />
a shadow of me with a pinch of red,<br />
reflecting from the dripping paint.<br />
The paint on their face.<br />
I go to them to help them wash<br />
But then, they dont see me.<br />
They see a dark shadow<br />
moving towards them,<br />
which they paint red.<br />
Now, I walk the streets<br />
painted in red ,blinded by the paint<br />
that trickles down my eyes.<br />
I see dark faces painted in red.<br />
Red maybe due to dripping paint.<br />
The paint on my face.</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-80089978361964181612012-08-28T10:05:00.002+05:302012-09-07T12:14:07.766+05:30Brown Curtains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love the brown curtains,<br />
that just stays.<br />
It sways and swells and moves and breathes,<br />
all the time hiding something behind it.<br />
Something that I never see,<br />
for hiding and seeing cannot share a moment.<br />
The curtain that keeps to itself<br />
and displays the bright colours<br />
as it lets just the right amount of light in.<br />
Keeping the dust away,<br />
it lets me breathe fresh.<br />
Hiding the hard sun and the dusty wind behind it.<br />
Something that I never see.<br />
And it sways and swells and moves and breathes.<br />
Oh what a wonderful gift,<br />
these brown curtains are, Mother!</div>
- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-70819966319894779822012-06-23T03:16:00.001+05:302012-09-07T12:14:30.514+05:30रंग<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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आसमान का रंग आज पिघल कर गिरा है I </div>
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कुछ रंग जमा कर ,</div>
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दर्पण मे भर रहा<span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">हूँ मै I </span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
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कुछ एक आधा रंग ,</div>
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इधर भी लगा रहा <span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">हूँ मै I </span></div>
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कुछ अपना,</div>
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अपनो के लिये छोड़ रहा <span style="background-color: white;">हूँ मै I </span></div>
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जो होता <span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">रंग </span><span style="background-color: white;">खुशी का तो ,</span></div>
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रंग देता सारी दुनिया को I </div>
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अभी तो बेवजह ही ,</div>
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लोग अपना रंग छुपाते हैं I </div>
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उनको रंग नही दे सकता ,</div>
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पर <span style="background-color: white;">दर्पण</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">दिखा रहा हूँ मै I </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">कुछ अपना,</span></div>
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अपनो के लिये छोड़ रहा <span style="background-color: white;">हूँ मै I </span></div>
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- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-44111738840962793432012-06-08T11:15:00.002+05:302012-06-08T11:15:49.982+05:30I am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am </div>
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The sand , which sank</div>
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as waves swept in.</div>
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The leaves, that fell off</div>
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in the spring to carpet the garden.</div>
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The song that was sung and </div>
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then recorded in a tape.</div>
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An impressionable mannenquin,</div>
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carved to smile and wrapped in a drape.</div>
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The songbird that flew and</div>
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then was caged.</div>
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The paint that glowed and </div>
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with time faded.</div>
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The dream that lived, played, jumped</div>
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and then died.</div>
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The man who once was</div>
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a child.</div>
</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-16513463489262789452012-05-27T01:37:00.001+05:302012-05-27T12:57:34.944+05:30The Coat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I wish my thoughts could swim freely.<br />
Free like a floating leaf on a churning river.<br />
But it is slowed down,<br />
burdened by the wet coat world gifted me.<br />
With no where to go,<br />
the thought drowns slowly as the coat goes heavier.<br />
With no where to run,<br />
it is trapped, chained ,<br />
much like the green trees and wet land,<br />
trapped in a thunderstorm.<br />
With itself, it takes the wet coat.<br />
Take it to the bottom as it sinks<br />
and it holds the coat hard<br />
hoping it never surfaces again.<br />
Hoping it never flows again.</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-73141453833097658262012-05-18T22:42:00.003+05:302012-05-18T22:42:53.175+05:30Ishaqzaade : The non-review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ishaqzaade, the Movie!A bad remake of QSQT that is so bad that one might even fail to notice the similarity between the two. It took too much of effort on my part to even get the faintest idead of the thought behind this epic movie.<br />
The story is about a muslim girl and a hindu boy both belonging to political background who are all gearing up for elections. Obviously they shall fall in love but then not all that easily. They are so much agianst each other that you almost feel for them while they fight over a few cans of diesel and a dance performer. There is pointing of gun and more of "jaan se maar denge" sorts for sometime. All before the dude Parmaa(Arjun Kapur) decides to pee on election posters of the muslim party while, Zoya (Praneeti) fumes and slaps the dude in response, asking for apology. All it takes is the guy jumping inside ladies toilet and landing to Zoyas place (where surprisingly, her brothers are all just too friendly to let him off with just few minor cuts) for the girl to go from "Kill him" to "Awww! My baby". Whaaatdaaaaaawhaat! So, all it takes is some peeing, jumping in the ladies toilet and much overacting to get the girl who would have killed him otherwise!<br />
Before you can even know how on earth they are in love, they secretly get married . After having slept together , the dude reveals that all that love drama was only to get back at the girl and leaves the girl fuming for good reasons!<br />
Parmaa secretly distributes their marriage snaps (hindu wedding) to get the muslim vote banks to go against the muslim party on the pretext of inter religion shaadi and all that. Zoya being the commando girl who went from "Kill him" to "Awww! My baby" goes to Parmaas place to kill him only for his mother (Where did she come from!) to intervene and give this very wow lecture on true love.Yes, obvioulsy the commando girl ,after almost being raped,did not fall for it right away but then but then,, this is Ishaqzaade! Zoyas family members as well as Parmas want to kill her and as Parmaas grandfather fires, Parmaas mother takes the shot to save her. Parmaa does not even act for the next 5 minutes!<br />
Then he only casually decides to follow his mothers word and save the girl going agains this own family, who now wants to kill both Zoya and Parmaa. Zoya is still all angry and wants to kill Parmaa. All till another song plays, and she is back in love! No Whaaadaaawhaat this time! That was only expected!<br />
The climax is the best part! Zoya and Parma are chased by some 10-15 odd men. A gun battle starts where no less that 500 rounds are fired with not a single bloody hit! Trust me, I have not seen a movie where there has been so many gunshots and no one getting hit! (Noone except for the mother who only jumped in the bullets way to get hit). After a long battle and much overacting and the most pathetic lines you might ever hear, they just decide to shoot each other. Finally they do manage to kill each other and a few bullets end up killing someone ! That pretty much makes Ishaqzaade!<br />
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I will not recommend watching this one if you are paying!<br />
</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-83975455679587405522012-05-13T17:56:00.000+05:302012-05-13T17:56:29.396+05:30That Wind.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The greatness achieved in moments short<br />and the glory that there never was.<br />Downs ,then when things were wrong,<br />more such, and more such was.<br />From the ground, into the sky<br />He looked up to ask 'why?'<br />Wind kissed his silent tears,<br />more so to wipe them clear.<br />never to come back the wind passed by<br />with those moments of inglorious past.<br /></div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-19369435619678099372012-05-07T11:16:00.000+05:302012-05-07T21:58:57.214+05:30Avengers - The Non Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A tad too late for this one. The all talked about, all hyped, bigger than the biggest planet saver - AVENGERS!<br />
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Now, its too very easy to summarise the whole movie. World in danger. Get them all weirdos together. Go Dishum. World lives and so do I.Straight from the world of comics this one has been tailor made for all comic book lovers.(Me included). It starts of with this cranky fellow coming out of nowhere with intentions to take control of earth using some piece of rock that is super duper powerful . The best part is his name - Loki. The name so reminds me of the green vegetable and it did make me wonder if those green slender stuff have been secretly conspiring to take over earth and change everyone into a vegetarian. Okay okay, too off course. So then, he does some woosh with magic stick to team up with some commando guy and physicist to open up the sky. Our own blue sky! That, to let some super disgusting looking things to get in and take over earth. Meanwhile all the weirdos are brought in from different places. All including, the good ole captain, the hulk, and the arrogant iron man. the god of thunder joins them to stop loki, who happens to be his brother. With conflicting egos they come up after a few tussles here there which results in loki escaping as thunder god intercepts after captain and iron man captured him. As a set up for the final battle, loki escapes and opens up a portal letting all sick things from outer space in. What follows is a lot of running around. In between , Hulk takes control slamming flying things to ground and double slamming Loki more in a Rajni way! A nuke is fired to end the war as the things just kept coming. Iron man carries that nuke into the portal while one other hot chick commando closes the portal only in time for iron man to fall back in. So the portal closes with the nuke on the other side.<br />
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Such movies are never appreciated for their unpredictability as everyone knows what happens in the end ( The World never ends. Damn 2012!) . The movie is a good watch otherwise, specially for the action comics lovers for all the action sequences and the tiny bits of Hulks humorous side.<br />
Go AVENGERS!</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-33294664050117702412012-04-29T14:41:00.000+05:302012-04-29T14:42:01.150+05:30Is it Fair ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Male 28, fair and tall , Engineer, working in a top MNC seeks a fair ,good looking girl. Preferably working.<br />
No, that's not me , but then that is what a general ad in the matrimonial look like. Often exaggerating everything apart form the age.The point I want to bring up here is if it is fair to treat fair as good and often as a measure of beauty(like in the most generalized of matrimonial ads)? Is it true when people say that Indians are closet racists? No doubt , people with fair complexion consider themselves superior to the relatively darker people in terms of beauty (and even intellect maybe?) . It is almost tacitly accepted, that a fair person is more beautiful or maybe as some might like to put in, more seeked for. Pick up any matrimonial ad and you will see how everyone wants fair bride and groom and how everyone tries to exaggerate their own complexion selling themselves. Colour or complexion is in many cases the basic parameter for forming prejudices and judging people in our country and it is in fact very saddening .<br />
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Blame who? The ones with fairer complexion? No! They are a victim of commercialization , and so are all others who have been made to believe that skin complexion is all that important. Companies have long enslaved the Indian market as they find us very naive and very palpable. A billion who can be fed with any sort of bullshit and made to believe in it. The onus mostly lies with Media and they don't help much with money reeking into everything. I mean look at any of the fairness cream advertisements. They have been selling the idea of how being dark makes you unsuccessful , how a dark guy cant get a girl or how a cricketer needs a fairness cream and the list just goes on.They have been selling it all, and we have been buying it just as promptly. That India sells the highest amount of fairness cream is a fact that only proves how docile most of Indians(not the darkest in the world for all I know) have been. The natural Indian complexion losing its value as some dumb shit ad says that dark skins dont get you anywhere. Become all fair and you shall float on the clouds and drink the elixir of life? All of this has been accumulating somewhere inside us and it has turned us into racists. Yes, racists. Do we want to be one? I wish not. For me, I dont and I wont.<br />
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</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618540219150372343.post-69964401617743027152012-04-22T03:50:00.002+05:302012-04-22T03:51:17.911+05:30Raindrops<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Raindrops.<br />
They fall, and keep falling.<br />
For their entire life, they fall<br />
washing away much of sadness<br />
and roughness.<br />
Singing to the joy of life,<br />
they fall .<br />
Washing away the talcum and lip gloss<br />
and everything else .<br />
Falling, for everything to shine<br />
in the most natural form.<br />
They show and teach,<br />
for us to appreciate<br />
what is natural.<br />
Let us go climb up the clouds<br />
and play with them.<br />
All before they fall.<br />
Those raindrops.</div>- N -http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532268884182688962noreply@blogger.com1